OneidaDreamer

Curtain call, awash the cieling in majestic blues and purples

Too tidy, too make-believe worlds,

Make believe worlds

As far as alterior motives go, far in the distance a hawk wails

Darkness, but a darkness that is navigable

Teeming with slippery, sultry cunning friends

When does the rage inside stop? A caged beast awaits the nexus

Point of light, pins and needles and fatigue, a familiar pain

Old friends, sucked the same nipple we did

Gets inside your mind sometimes, they do, subtle nuances

Tic, tic, tic, the months slide by or perhaps sc-rape on by

Beyond the illusionary walls of paper trails and fear of imaginary outbrakes, feral hunters await

No bargains, no ammo-unt of pretty things do they love

Fortune tellers often speak of this as, the over indulgance of hungry awareness or was it withdrawl???

Patience ebbing, like the tide at blue moon

Where eyes do not see, impenetrable laughter

Did you know sound takes on solid form if you can just get over that hump?

Ever try? Maddening, no not really

Nothing like being raped by an infernal beast every day and showing up the next day bright and early... same place, same time...

Don't want to get bored, gotta stay awake

Don't wanna miss a thing now would we?

The collapse of a lung, it used to be a beautiful healthy lung, till it filled up with viscus black something or other, oh I don't know... tar, filth, hate...

the dark can not consume if you don't relent...

OneidaDreamer

this is the poems real title.

But I wrote it backwards to see if anyone would pick up on it. I hope some of you sharp ones out there have. I trust you did.


Peace and Love
OD

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